Poor Bizkit. She broke her foot saturdaynight, I don't know what happened, or how she did it, she won't tell me, but she broke or severly sprained her foot. When I got up Sunday I was talking to her thru the bedroom window, she got up to come closer to the window and she was limping and wouldn't put her foot down. Well of course I freaked and started to run outside, I stopped myself from running out the door half naked
too cold for that... I brought her in the house and she wouldn't walk on it at all, so I continue freaking out and started crying too and crying for steve to come fix my dog...we ended up waiting on him outside his bathroom door,
I'm trying to inspect her thru tears and her tail and hug her and hold her at the same time.
We didn't take her to the vet. Steve has trained and taken care of racehorses his entire adult life...he's got a vet he can call on a Sunday afternoon, no charge
he just tells him what to do...off hubby goes to get vet wrap an ace bandage and baby aspirin, instead of going fishing...now he's crying
he used to tell me I loved my dog more than him.
..we got her bandaged up and he still got to go fishing.
She's able to be outside most of the day as long as shes just laying in the sun...when it gets dark I have to bring her in so she isn't running around barking her fool head off at everything that moves...she is doing a little better, I'm trying to keep her off it as much as I can...she's getting spoiled she is an OUTSIDE dog and just being in the house is a treat...yesterday she got on the couch with me... I told her she couldn't be up there and she needed to get down, but I couldn't push her off, my poor puppy dog
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